If you compared the concentration of Primal Force in the Otherworld with that on Earth...
The difference would be like the air density at ground level compared to that in the near vacuum of outer space.
After going through the Thirty-Six Forms of Hardening more than a dozen times, Chen Shouyi felt heat radiating from his entire body. Steam billowed around him, his muscles grew imperceptibly stronger, and his skin became tighter and tougher. Even the tiny, mist-like vortex in his dantian seemed to have grown a little.
He hunted a small beast.
After skinning, cleaning, and roasting it...
He hurriedly finished his simple lunch.
With nothing else to do during his post-meal break, Chen Shouyi entered Gray Mist Space again, intending to check on his poor followers, whom he had left to fend for themselves in the wild.
But as soon as he entered the space, his expression turned to surprise.
Gray Mist Space had grown much brighter. The number of stars in the sky above had gone from the original four or five to several dozen. And that was the number of followers visible under normal conditions; during a sacrificial ritual, both their number and brightness would multiply several times over.
Chen Shouyi counted them.
"Thirty-eight. How did there come to be so many?" A flicker of doubt stirred in Chen Shouyi's heart.
The stars that appeared here under normal conditions unquestionably represented genuine followers. They were nothing like the shallow believers or false believers who could only be temporarily elevated by the fervent atmosphere of a sacrificial ritual.
"I don't think I've done anything at all!"
"Is spreading faith really this easy?"
On the little island of the Barbarian Tribe...
It had been only a few days since a violent storm from the sea had finally passed.